User blog comment:Bluestripe the Wild/Riddle of the Lost Blade/@comment-1298206-20120321234314/@comment-3474228-20120330033813

The weasel's cold stare doesn't go unnoticed, and Vulcan eyes the back of the soldiers' heads as they head back to camp, keeping a mental image of all of them. He then hefts his trident and heads in the direction of the marsh.